[18 second long intro skit about cops frisking for drugs] [1: Main Flow] It's hard to define these vets, behind the lines where we find these threats
Traduzione: Di flusso principale. Behind The Lines.
hand cannons Leavin holes in souls the size of Grand Canyons Late nights [?] streets with my man Brandon Fast forward, twelve years now we grandstandin Because I'm main
on Channel 2 when in the same breath You tellin' me don't eat from that plate increasin' my blood Outbreaks on my skin don't blend with the way I want this thang to flow
Shiiiiiiiiiieeett Cause when it come to them words You know I wear shit out I write rhymes like white lines On the nose tray Ice cold, Ice Cube flow like
Rarely weed smoking, never catch the pocket dred Mine be line with the thing for the head, it's like that, yo [Chorus] We don't wanna be left behind
? (Talkin' about a radical man) Ain't nobody ever lay crew no? I could really run that computer Make it flow (flow flow flow flow flow) If you ain't born
gas women with my pencil I send you into a mental catastrophe this rhyme ain't designed for prime time and a battle line for logic behind every mind tryin' to rhyme with intellect, spellin' all incorrect defy your every line
A Show This Scribe Is Definitet So Dont Act Like You Didnt Know I Know You Know My Rhyme And You Flow It Line For Line But Its Too Late To Decipher Cause
[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef] Machine gun rap for all my niggaz in the back Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback See through yellow lines Rock
to get mine It takes time to shine thats my reason for rhymes On cloud 9 I'm fine tring to walk the thin line Put the past behind move forward and grind
He's on fire, look STOP Let me slow it down and change the flow Cause it really ain't no thang to roll Change the flow, cause I am the flow I AM the Ro
s a mellow type of flow, the kind you snap your fingers to While you're in your car playing Low Pro You're not an MC, but even you start flowing Amen-
back to back Stay real for life, roll down south For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd My alias is that Go-Hard-Mexican Flowin' through your veins
Someone who stays high Watching their life go by Someone content with riding it behind, nigga They come in all colors, white, black, Puerto Rican But the main
the possibility/ of me falling off this rap shit/ and tomorrow I'll be/ across the from ya crib/ like behind the tree/ on my way to ya doorstep/ like behind
Machine gun rap for all my niggaz in the back Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback See through yellow lines Rock a fly jersey in the summertime